Have yourself a merry little

During a pandemic it is a strange thing to say I think this year’s Christmas will be better than last year’s by a lot. Last year’s, was wearisome and sad. Top ten worst in a lifetime? Top five. Not willing to dig deeper than that right now. Leave those worst of times for other meanders. Suffice to say a lot of miles were logged through twelve states, while trying to see our errant boy. An errant man? All I want for Christmas is a whole heart. My son will be thirty this year, Christmas Eve. Holding out for a secular humanist Christmas miracle, that Grinch heart growing till the box breaks.

After the long trek West, we came back to our little house and then drove some more to meet our future in-laws in Ohio. O-HI-O!! A nice calm, a lovely time, and we were able to touch and talk and spend time with the Bambina and her love. How endlessly comforting it is to see your child loved (and loving) someone who appreciates and makes them happy. Someone who offers balance and light. A woman, a man, two cats and endless creativity and care.

The other day we drove through Belleville, their downtown has a big traffic circle which is already filled with holiday decorations, including the standard Christmas creche. I tried to get Jerry to pull over so I could take the Christ child, I’ve got your Jesus! I want to write in cut up magazine pages. A little magical thinking for the season. I wrote a poem a long time ago that made it into a Christmas anthology:

I also have a mad desire to hang a sign around Mary's Neck: #metoo .